Echos

"let the ruins come to life, in the beauty of your name, rising up from the ashes."

our feet MARCH ON,

over rocks and hills, mountains and highways.

may these dusty RUINS RISE UP to new life.

rebuild, revive.

children crying out on cold floors

looking at the hope and beauty of you.

hands raised

we sit behind and look upon, we stand up, we sing

and declare your goodness

sway to the song

amidst the numbness and gnawing pain

give us just a little glimpse.

sick and hurting

hungry, desperate and broken.

we link arms, we walk in step.

not speaking the same language,

yet resting and looking at your glorious light together,

connected.

front porches and animal noises,

a single guitar,

looking out LOOKING UP

sons and daughters

we are free indeed, we sing.

walk as children, reaching out along the way with your heart,

alive inside,

each pounding footstep

ECHOING LIGHT FURTHER

past gates and steps, incense and paint

hope rings

through the walls and statues

your praise resonates, reverberates

whispers of truth

sing through the heaviness

through the chanting and smoke rising

tears and screams

O GOD YOU ARE THERE

the darkness shall not overcome

even there you are moving still

even where the fight seems lost

where sons and daughters live on slopes of trash and waste

where they are starving, dying

where your dear daughters are beaten, abused and bought for mere dollars

where tears are shed, words are yelled, pain is felt, death is present

O GOD YOUR HOPE IS IN THESE PLACES

I know it is.

though it may just be a dusty blur.

I rest assured

YOU ARE

MOVING, BREATHING, REVIVING, RISING, AWAKENING, HEALING & HOLDING US

CLOSE.